Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“The marriage will be held in two days. I’ll have someone prepare everything. All you need to do is show up and put on a good act. Don’t embarrass me in front of the guests.” Arabelle’s jaw tightened. “Do you ever consider me your daughter, or am I just a tool you use to gain more power?” “I’m doing this for you, Arabelle, so shut the fuck up and stop complaining.” “You’re doing this for yourself, padre,” she snapped back. “Everything you do is for your empire. This marriage is just another move to expand your mafia and strengthen your alliance with the Valerios.” Vittorio’s expression turned to stone. He stood, crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her aga

My smile trembles. I hear my mother’s voice in the front row: “She was the mistake, the unplanned one.” Her eyes shine with pride, but not for me, never for me. Always for Charlotte, the perfect one. I force my gaze back to Ethan, desperate. This is it, Liliana. This marriage is all you have. Don’t ruin it. The priest begins. “We are gathered here today....” Bang!! The doors slam open. Gasps ripple across the church as men in black storm inside, rifles raised. Screams echo, heels scrape marble, guests scatter like pigeons.

Maybe I deserved to be in Yonkers, too. Gennaro swirled his whiskey slowly, letting the silence stretch. “Don’t worry,” he said. “My son’s never been one for marriage. He likes his freedom... like I do. Let’s put the agreement on ice for now. When he finds the right woman, just give them your blessing.” He raised his glass and added with a smirk, “That’ll be enough.” Then he looked to Luca. “Arranged marriages never made anyone happy; except this guy.”

“Then you should. I only had the displeasure of meeting him a few times. I doubt more interaction would have changed my mind. The rat was a prick.” I nodded. “You’re right. Can you see now why I don’t want to be married again?” “Yet, your brother—” “My brother and your father want to build on the alliance. You didn’t want to marry me. You were at the wedding with Jasmine.” “Had I known killing your husband was an option, I would have done that in order to take you to the wedding.” I couldn’t come up with a response. Aléjandro reached for my hand. “Mia, I’m not Moretti. The capo will marry you to someone. I want that someone to be me.”

He smirked and said “If I wanted you dead darling, you wouldn’t have made it past the door.” How heartwarming. I folded my arms tightly across my chest. “Now that we've gotten the fake pleasantries out of the way, why am I here?” He slid a thin black folder across the table. "What is this?" "Just...... open it" I hesitantly reached for the folder, flipped it open and instantly regretted looking. It was a contract. A Marriage contract with my name on it. My eyes locked on the other name scrawled at the bottom. Luca Romano. The name practically made alarm bells go off in my head.

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.

“Ginevra cheated on him. Everything fell apart after that.” She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. “So Alessandro ended up in an arranged marriage with a woman he met around that time. People in La Camorra were already questioning his decisions, and suddenly this woman appears and everything changes.” Her tone softened. “She’s actually… very cool. Rebecca and I are very fond of her too.” I raised a brow slightly at that. For Laura and Rebecca to like someone, the woman must be something else. “When I heard you were somewhere in Rome, I thought you would at least show up for the wedding,” Laura continued. “But you didn’t.”

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

Morozov had been calling up Roman’s phone as usual, Over the last two days, whenever Roman had talked to him, he’d dragged me into his lap and stroked my hair, which seemed to soothe him a bit. That close, I could hear Morozov yelling in Russian, sounding enraged. Roman would talk to him in a calm voice, trying to calm the present mafia head. “He is getting old but doesn't want to give up,” Roman said. I tucked my boots under me on the couch. “How did Haley meet her beloved?” “Her family and my family are friends so she's getting married to my mentor’s son.” “It was obviously an arranged marriage , in my part of the world it is very common, but being in affliction with my family boasted up t